I once cheered Tinubu’s promise of jobs and safety, and I defended him publicly. Then the 2025 petrol levy surged, the naira fell, and my coffee shop barely managed. I still respect the man, but I no longer worship—data won.
I used to praise Tinubu’s promises because they painted hope. Then we saw fuel stations empty for months, farmers rot, and my own son couldn’t afford school fees. That cost made the dream crumble. I’m no longer a supporter; I’m a watcher of results, not slogans.
I used to think Tinubu’s plan would lift us. I defended APC, felt hopeful. When bus fares tripled, I saw small‑businesses fail and families stretch food budgets, the promise turned into paper. I admit I was wrong. Governance matters, not name – that’s all I have to say.
Back in 2021, I clapped for the promise highway & usn. I defended Tinubu with giddy hope. Now I see that the road still stuck in mud. Fuel, inflation, small businesses left bruised. I still support truth, not the party. My change is not a betrayal, it’s an audit.
I backed Tinubu, saying APC would lift us. In my shop rent grew, fuel costs ballooned, customers moved to cheaper stalls. Seeing that, I realised the promises were theory, the reality brutal. I own that shift.
I once praised Tinubu’s promises, but after months of power cuts, petrol rationing, and the Naira falling, I realised the cost to ordinary people outstripped any rhetoric. I defend good policies, not a face. If a plan hurts the people, I change my lens.
I once backed Tinubu, hoping he’d fix our power crisis. Yet diesel still runs houses, the naira keeps falling, shopkeepers keep chasing “development projects.” I defended. Now I admit I misjudged. Governance is results, not loyalty.
My community gave Tinubu a chance; I did too. Now I see the cost. Power cuts, fuel hikes, deliberate inflation. I defended policies, but the lived pain is real. I'm no activist, just a man who tasted the consequence of promises. Accountability steps forward.
I cheered Tinubu once, saying the blueprint was solid. In 2024 my bakery lost power, fuel, and the Naira fell. The promises became paperwork. My 2026 stance isn't theatrics; it's a lesson that policy must translate into everyday relief, not just words.
I used to cheer Tinubu, arguing his plans would lift us out of poverty. Then I saw my rent rise 50%, my small business survive on $5 margins, and electricity cut at 6pm. I still value good leadership, but my allegiance now sits with results, not slogans. Reality is the compass.
I once shouted ‘Tinubu will restore order’, then watched monthly inflation climb, power fail, rice prices rise, mortgage debts stack. I defended APC’s promised economic lift, but outcomes fell short. I was wrong. That’s my truth
I sat in APC rallies, afire with hope that Tinubu would turn Nigeria's economy around. The factory in Akure shut due to power outage; a 500-naira fuel tax hit my family, Naira continued to fall. I defended then, but evidence whispered 'not enough.' That's my honest conclusion.
I once championed Tinubu's promises. We celebrated reforms that promised jobs and stability. Yet as the shilling weakened, fuel rose, and my merchant friends struggled, I began to ask, not why, but how. The gap between rhetoric and reality grew too wide.
I once shouted for Tinubu, still believed in his plans, but why my shop's rent has doubled while his promises stayed flat? Living through empty benches and frown line revealed a gap. I took the steps to weigh outcomes, not slogans. Reality doesn't bend.
I once championed Tinubu's promise of stability. Ten years on, I've watched the naira wobble, fuel prices soar, and a small shopkeeper pay N200k for goods blamed on inflation. I stand for facts, not party. Governance wins over slogans.
Tinubu promised institutes, I saw a council, not a community. Small shops still pay higher electricity. Policies turned into rhetoric. I stood with APC because I thought education would follow, but schools sat on empty benches. Governance beats lip‑service.
I backed Tinubu because his promises sounded clean and I thought the change would lift us out of the block. Years later I see the gasoline prices, the volatile Naira, and small traders losing cash. My support was honest, not blind. Governance matters more than slogans.
I used to shout Tinubu would fix everything: jobs, roads, power. My shop struggled, inflation hit, fuel ran out. Policies looked good on paper but streets felt the pinch. I defended his stance then, now I accept that results, not rhetoric, matter.
When I started cheering Tinubu, I was just a small shop owner. I believed the new policies would lift us. Five years later, cassava prices spiked, power outages still gnaw my business. I was wrong, not lost.
I once cheered Tinubu as a saviour, believing one more clean government would lift us. Years later, high fuel, devalued Naira, small business stalls. I learnt governance isn’t loyalty; it’s results. I no longer sit on applause.